upload : 2009_04_28 2009_04_28 Tattoo the inside of my soul Onto the outside of your skin. What would it say? And how softly would it lie? Would it soak into the layers that could affect the way you live? Two drops, five lives, a crooked circle, a piece of destiny. Let the tales of ink stains on pretty porcelain Break into a million children. Let that be our island, our imaginary country, Our forever liberation. Let the future blur all that was And all that we thought we knew was right. As our moment in time becomes waves Let each wave become a story that Blurs the sharpness of our eager lives. As your tattoo fades in time So will we fade into our historical outlines, Our patient and passionate survival. entries contact